Finding the Perfect Love

Chapter 12

~~Marcus Field~~

"Marker, why are you standing there letting her cry."

Izzi looked over at me wide eyed. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Um maybe three minutes, as long as it took for me to lean on the doorway and then Mary walked over."

"Who the hell is Mary?"

"Shit."

"Way to go Marcus." Mary laughed walking out.

"Who the fucking hell is Marcus!"

"Um.... Me?"

That's when Izzi came over and slapped me in the face.

"Ow, what was that for?" I asked. Putting my hand on my face holding where she just hit.

"I knew you were lying! About it all!" Izzi said starting to cry all over again.

"We told you it was to protect you... Ask Thomas... He will tell you the same." I mumbled looking down at my feet.

"I don't care if it was to protect the damn queen." Izzi fumed.

"Ironic you said that. Um, the queen is my mother..." I mumbled.

I looked up to see Izzi's wide eyes looking at me. I smirked at her and started to check her out.

"Stop. Don't do that. It isn't time to even look at me like that. You can't break out something like that and then tell me you just want to stare at me."

"I'm sorry.." I muttered walking to her trying to pull my pouty face that breaks my sisters from their anger at me.

"Stop with the face, I'm trying to be mad at you."

"I don't want you mad at me though." I said as placed my hands on her hips once I reached her.

"I'm one of the poorest people in the world, and you're the richest. How does this happen?" She asked.

I smiled and kissed her.

"You know, you talk a lot." I whispered.

Watching her I felt at ease, she blushed and covered her face as a song started playing.

"Can I go change this?" She muttered.

"No. It seems to make you blush so leave it." I smirked as I held on to her hips.